Steamroller Sue sat at her desk reading the computer file in front of her. She tapped her pen on the desk as she read about the next case for her to assign at BBI: Ball Busters Incorporated. Ricky Valentine (real name Ricky Jenkins) was a fine physical specimen: professional cruiserweight boxer, almost no body fat, 6 feet tall… he would need a special level of punishment dished out by the biggest and the baddest. Sue refused to assign this to any of the girls in the office, not risking any of them getting hurt by a lucky punch from the boxer. Besides, with his muscular body and fighting skills, he required special handling. He had just started to make it into the big-time when he got married to a groupie who had followed him with stars in her eyes, a small sprig of a woman named Chloe from a small town in Minnesota. He had wined and dined her right up until the wedding. After that, it became clear that Ricky had wanted nothing better than a woman he could keep under his thumb, who even needed a little slapping around once in a while. But when he broke her nose with a vicious jab one night, she decided to take action, and placed a call to BBI, which a sympathetic friend had passed on to her.
As she leaned back on her seat, it uttered a groan. Sue looked down over one spreading hip to the straining face of Harold Burns. “Now, now, little piggy,” she laughed, “You know the rules. You were late with one of your payments, and you know that the late fee is to spend an afternoon under my ass. This will drive home the point that you never miss a payment!” And she bounced several times on Burns’ squashed body, causing him to grunt. The she leaned far back and lifted her legs straight out in from of her, stretching her calves, putting all of her 350 lbs onto his squashed chest and torso. She had laughed with glee when the girls from collections told her that they brought Burns in for a little chat about late payments. He was strapped, lying on his back, to a long padded bench, which the girls positioned behind Sue’s desk. It was a special treat for Sue, who normally didn’t get out of the office much. Sue loved sitting on men, squashing them flatter and flatter as she sat on them for excruciatingly long periods of time. Burns was gasping for air beneath her, his body drenched in sweat from the incredible pressure that had been on top of him for nearly three hours. “Don’t you worry, honey, “she smiled sweetly to him,” just a few more phone calls and I’m done for the day. Now remember, no more late payments, right?” Burns barely managed a feeble nod in agreement, and Sue returned her feet to the floor and shifted her weight a bit.
Now, she thought, back to this case. She knew that there was only one woman who could do this job the right way, only one woman in the world. She wasn’t a BBI employee; she was freelance, working entirely on her own. No one knew her name, how old she was, where she lived, much of anything. There were rumors that she was born in the Soviet Union, and that her tremendous size, feet tall by the sixth grade, immediately brought her to the attention of the Soviet State Olympic committee. After years of training, she simply disappeared. Some say she joined the Romanian freedom fighters, others that she ended up in Belfast with the IRA. No one knows much more, except that she worked for many corporations and small governments, possibly in interrogation, possibly as an assassin. The woman known cryptically as Gigantess was a mystery. Sue only knew that she hated men with an intensity beyond anything she had ever seen. Most of the BBI girls liked to humiliate their victims, smothering them under their naked asses and pussies, using them as sex toys. But this woman wouldn’t think of giving men the pleasure. She had nothing but hatred for them, and she destroyed them with a machine-like precision. Sue knew the way to contact her, so she reached for the phone and began making calls, all the while squashing the helpless Burns beneath her ass all the while.

The woman known only as Gigantess reclined on her lounge chair on her penthouse balcony at the Phulay Bay Ritz-Carlton in Thailand . She was bored, having spent the summer lounging around Thailand and Cambodia, reading novels and swimming in her private pool. At 7’2” and 626 lbs, she didn’t exactly blend, so she usually spent her times at hotels with the greatest reputation for discretion in countries with a similar understanding of the need to coddle the very wealthy. She reached into a basket beside her and selected a small coconut, grasping it firmly in her enormous hand. Holding it over a cocktail glass, she flexed her hand muscles and cracked the coconut as though it were a peanut shell. She squeezed the cracked nut until the coconut milk ran into the glass, filling it halfway. She dropped the coconut to the grounds, splashed a jigger of rum into the glass and took a small sip. The tropical sun and humidity bathed her in warmth and caused a light sheen of sweat to coat her body. She drank leisurely from her glass, enjoying the sweetness of the coconut and the spice of the rum as it inched down her throat. She reached for the paper on the table next to her and checked the advertisements. The South China Morning Post wasn’t always easy to get, but she always had her hotels deliver that, and four other global papers each morning. She scanned the columns and paused, her eyebrows raised in interest. There it was, roughly translated into English as “Angel in Need. Please Call.” That was the code, the sign that there was a job for her, should she choose. Angel was the codename for BBI, so she smiled wickedly at the thought of what this job would entail. Perhaps, she thought as she sipped the last of her drink, the summer boredom was coming to an end. She walked lazily from her lounge to the sitting room, where she opened a series of laptop computers. She began tracking the necessary satellites and stated routing her call.
Ricky Valentine sat on his sofa, sipping from an ice-cold martini glass while Eminem blared from his sound system. He played his music as loudly as he wanted, partied as hard and late as it pleased him ,and didn’t give a holy fuck about what anyone thought. His mansion on the far side of Key Largo had no neighbors within hearing or seeing. A home with total seclusion is what he told his real estate agent, and she came through—she came a lot more than that later that night through. Hell, just because he was married didn’t mean he couldn’t still chase ass once in a while. Not in his mind.
He felt, more then heard a presence enter the room. He suddenly was struck by the feeling that he was not alone. He turned to the foyer and saw something his mind couldn’t comprehend, The woman who entered the room was… huge didn’t even begin to describe her. She towered in the room, her head nearly touching the exposed beams. She was clad in an impossibly tight but impeccably tailored leather skirt and jacket, a cream colored blouse beneath, and skin-tight leather gloves that went nearly to her elbows. She stood, impossibly perched on the highest heels he had ever seen. Her feet were enormous, at least twice his own size. The leather shoes that encased them seemed like boats, impossibly, impossibly large. And not only was she tall, but she was enormous all over. She was round and massive, but with no rolls of fat. She looked like an Amazon warrior brought to life by the fervid imagination of . Her skin was as clear as porcelain, not a wrinkle on her. Her legs looked firm as iron under her black stockings. Her hips pushed out to an almost impossible degree and her ass was easily twice his width, if not more. Her breasts, pushed up from her open blouse, were larger than basketballs, much, much larger than his own head. She wore her long blonde hair pulled up in a bun, and a few wisps curled down around her ears. She wore wraparound sunglasses, which she lowered briefly with her carefully lacquered nails to fix him with piercing jade eyes. Then she raised the glasses and walked over to the center of the room.
“Hey, what the fuck is this? How’d you get in here?” Ricky asked, getting to his feet.
“Relax there, big boy. I’m just here on a mission to talk terms.”
“Oh, shit. A fuckin’ lawyer. Where’d the hell they dig you up, the Amazon?”
Gigantess simply stood there, staring at him from behind her dark glasses, her face as set as stone.
“What, now you got nothing to say?” he asked, made uneasy from her silence. “Fuck this,” he said, reaching for a monitor near the window.
“It won’t work,” she said firmly.
“What? What the hell?” Ricky asked. “You’re crazy.” He punched the button, awaiting the response from the guard shack by he front gate. After a few seconds, he punched again, then again. There was no response. “What the … how’d the hell you get in here anyway? How’d you get past Tony?
She continued to stare at him. “Fuck this,” he said, reaching for the house phone.
“It won’t work either,” she flatlined.
“What?” he asked, frantically trying to get a dial tone. He slammed the phone down in frustration. “Who the fuck are you?” he yelled. “What the hell is this? Where’s Tony, goddamn it?”
He’s taking a nap. Be out for the whole night. Don’t worry; he’ll wake up.
Ricky felt the first thread of fear worm its way through his stomach. “What the hell?” he asked. “Who are you, dammit?!” He felt, for the first time, that this was no ordinary encounter. This bitch was crazy.
He glanced over to his cell on the counter, but it was halfway between him and the giantess standing in front of him. She caught the flicker of his eyes and said, “You’ll never make it.”
Something in Ricky broke, and he made a wild dash for the phone. In a blur, she was past him, moving with impossible speed, snatching the phone away from him before he could close his hands around it. She backed away, holding the phone out of his reach as if she were playing with a child. She casually dropped the phone to the ground and placed her foot on it. The phone completely disappeared beneath her sole, and she placed all of her weight on it, not so much breaking the phone as pulverizing it to dust beneath her gigantic foot.
“Now that won’t work either,” she said.
Ricky was confused, and now more than a little frightened. What did she mean that Tony would be out all night? How the hell did she kill the phone? What the hell did she want? The last question he spoke aloud, trying to put some bravado in his voice.
Gigantess merely stared silently at him.
“Look, bitch,” Ricky spit out, “You’re crazy, and you can NOT be in here. You do not want to see me mad!” He was puffing himself up, getting into fight mode. If this bitch wouldn’t leave on her own, then he might just have to help her. “You listening to me?!” he screamed, trying to get up in her face, but terrified at the prospect of looking up so far at her. She absolutely dwarfed him, and he drew back instinctively. Hill, his adrenaline roaring through him. He grabbed for Gigantess’ arm, but she swept his hand away as if it were a fly.
“No,” she said. That’s rule number one: you don’t touch me.”
He reached for her arm, this time more quickly. But again, she batted it away. “Ugh,” she sighed, “why do you men always want to do this the hard way?” She reached down and slipped out of her shoes. Then, she placed the tip of her index finger on his chest and pushed. Ricky was back peddling halfway across the room, surprised by her strength. But his fight switch was on and he was seeing red. He advanced across the room, his fists clenched. “Ok, bitch,” he snarled, “You asked for this.” He swung quickly, but with less force than he would throw in the ring, having to reach up to make contact with her cheek. She blocked his punch with ease, still standing otherwise motionless. He threw another punch, this one with even more force, but she again blocked the blow, her facial expression remaining completely neutral. Ricky stood back and then advanced again, murder in his eyes. Gigantess just sighed and lashed out with an open-hand blow to his sternum, sending him flying across the room and crashing into the wall. He slumped to the floor, knocking over a reading lamp. His sternum was on fire and he was gasping for breath. He’d never taken a shot to the chest that hard. He got to his feet woozily and prepared to suck it up and really tear into this bitch. He moved in for a double body blow to her ribs, but saw only a blur of hands advance on him and he was being buffeted by blows. The last thing he saw was the curve of her foot approaching his face as if in slow motion, then he heard a crack and the lights went out.
He awoke to find himself ling on his back. Without opening his eyes, he moved his arms to his chest and the pain radiating from there. His jaw was also killing him, feeling like it had been knocked out of joint. Who the hell did he fight last night? he thought. He opened his eyes to find he was in his own living room, lying face up on his couch. He tried sitting up, but his vision swam, and he lay back down. The he heard the thud of bare feet on his floor, extraordinarily large and heavy feet. Gigantess moved to the front of the couch and turned. Even with her heels a good two inches from the base of the couch, her ass nearly brushed the back cushion, protruding out like a giant planet. Ricky tried again to sit up, but Gigantess sat down, All 626 lbs of her came squashing down on Ricky’s body. She covered him from his chin to his kneecap. The couch was firm, and he was squashed down into the frame with tremendous force. He had never felt this much pressure, been beneath this much weight. He gasped like a fish, fighting for air, losing the feeling in his legs.
“Now,” Gigantess said, crossing her legs and causing him to groan, “here are the rules. You’re already acquainted with rule number one. Rule number two is no begging. I HATE begging The more you plead, the harder I’m going to make it on you. Rule number three is that this is over when I say it’s over, not a second before.” She rolled her weight around on him, causing a strained gargle to emanate from him. Her weight was inhuman. It mashed him down, each breath becoming harder to take in. He was panting laboriously, his body squashing inside his bones. “There,” Gigantess said, rocking slowly back and forth, “Now I think you might be ready to listen, Let me tell you just what I’m here for and what’s going to happen tonight. Listen very carefully.”
-to be continued